A very public diaper check

“I do suppose you haven’t been here long enough to warrant a full inspection. Other than your little crib there’s next to nothing in that cell of yours. Although that crack allowing you to view little Jean will need to be patched over.” Emma mused with a smirk, eying Jean.

The other telepath twitched and squirmed occasionally, Laura hearing a faint buzzing with her enhanced senses, it seemed Jean was more than just nude, she was practically covered in vibrators, more than enough to keep her too distracted to use her telepathic abilities, almost like each punishment or ‘prison uniform’ was customised to personally contain and humiliate each prisoner…

Still, as always, Laura was caught off-guard, surprised as she found a fan pressed onto the crotch of her padding, causing her to squeak in surprise, drawing a few gazes from her fellow prisoners, and even guards, making the clone blush.

Most embarrassingly, Laura noticed Jubilee on the other side of the platform, looking at the clone with a slight smirk, seemingly completely unbothered by the fact she was a prisoner, too busy looking amused at Laura’s embarrassing state. Her smirk wasn’t outright sadistic like Emma’s, but it certainly looked smug nonetheless, Laura could only look at her fellow prisoner curiously.

Emma was quick to snap her out of that though, making the feral mutant whimper as she firmly ‘inspected’ Laura’s diaper, making her whine as a hand was pressed to the back, feeling how messy it was. “I was expecting a small accident at most, but you absolutely soaked this thing!” She declared smugly, causing Laura to glare. “Fuck you.” She said, simply.

Swatting her diapered rear, and making the clone yelp, Emma shook her head, “I really shouldn’t have expected a Wolverine to be house trained. But we may need to double-diaper you next time if we want to avoid leaks…”

Blushing at that thought, Laura watched in surprise as guards emerged from almost every cell simultaneously, declaring most of them clean, those that seemed to have smuggled contraband into their cells being taken away, seemingly for punishment.

‘Inspection over, move to the mess hall for breakfast’

The intercom declared, making Emma tut, “Hmm, we might have enough time to change you into a fresh diaper before you head to see your fellow prisoners, if you ask nicely.” She spoke, making Laura blush, realising what she was being asked.